Chapter 1
“Something to report, bad little fucktoy? Did the whore forget who owns her holes?”
The words hit like the cage door closing and the lock engaging. Her nipples tightened, and she hated herself for it.
She swallowed. “Sir…”
“Let’s begin again,” he said, voice low, even. “Tell me what happened. Every detail.”
Her heart plummeted.
“The egg and plug went high at the same time, Sir. Just… coincidence. I didn’t touch anything, didn’t touch myself atall, Sir, I swear.”
“Mmhmm.” A long pause. “And how many orgasms have you had since Silas left you in the same state? Trussed up so you can’t touch your whore clit?”
She closed her eyes. Opened them. “None, Sir.”
He just stared at her.
She trembled, the restraints pulling tight as her instincts warred with obedience. “I… I don’t know, Sir. They were both on high. Like, mega-high. Together. I didn’t expect it, and it justhappened!”
“You don’t know?”
One step. Then another. His boots stopped just under her face. He crouched, his face inches from hers, tilted up and locked in place by her ponytail.
“No sudden surges? Maybe the egg grew a finger it could stick out and massage your clit with?”
“No, Sir.”
“Then why are you trussed up in this cage waiting for punishment?”
Her breath hitched.
“Tell me.”
She squeezed her eyes shut. “They both went on high, Sir. At the same time.”
“Coincidence?”
“I assume, Sir.”
“And?”
Her heart slammed against her ribs. She closed her eyes.
“Look at me.”
She opened her eyes and met his gaze again.
“What. Happened.”
“I had an orgasm, Sir.” Her voice cracked.
One beat. Two. Then his tone dipped lower.
“Where were you?”
“Boone’s room.”
